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a/n: I don't speak Russian, I am not Russian, and I don't know any Russians so I resorted to google. I apologize for the the inaccuracy if it's there.

Natasha Romanoff was a highly trained assassin. She was Russian. She was deadly. She was an alluring red head that could kill you with a piece of Scotch tape. In her lifetime she had put on the wardrobe of many characters with one goal in common: completion of the mission. She was the Black Widow.

She was not awkward.

Yet here she was, sitting in a chair that forced her knees up slightly higher than what would generally be considered ladylike, with the familiar creep of awkwardness crawling up her neck like the spider she represented. She didn't really understand what was causing such a reaction. She had dressed for the part, jeans that hugged to her hips and cuffed at the ankle, a green button down blouse that rolled to her elbows so they wouldn't get in the way of her hands, and glasses to conceal her basic eye makeup. She even had her hair up in a short ponytail, though a few curls fell along her temple. She looked the part. She was wearing sneakers! Still, even with her well trained mind she couldn't fathom why the other women, similarly dressed and sitting in equally uncomfortable chairs, continued to stare at her like she had just killed a puppy. But every time she would look back they would look away and the few that at least acknowledged that they had been caught would give her short lived half smiles before looking at their phones as if they had gone off.

She was seriously considering calling in Barton for back-up, though he was probably still chuckling to himself back at the tower, when a blonde woman awkwardly scooted her chair to Natasha before leaning over.

"Hi, I'm Debbie and this is Lisa." She pointed to another blonde who only gave a wave and smiling at Natasha like she was staring into the sun and it was burning her retinas. "We're Julia and Christine's moms."

"Natasha," Tasha said. They paused for a moment and she was sure their cheeks began to strain at their smiles.

"Who's your little special one?" Lisa was incredibly chipper to the point she wasn't even hiding the force in her voice.

"Peter."

"Oh!" Debbie exclaimed though she blinked trying to remember exactly who Peter was. Lisa leaned over to her ear.

"That's the boy with two dads," She said in a feign whisper as if it was the most scandalized piece of information. Natasha dropped her smile and narrowed her eyes with a look that sent Lisa reeling back. She laughed nervously before dropping her gaze back to her cellphone and began typing quickly.

"Oh so...are you his...nanny?" Debbie tried though her cheeks really were twitching with muscle strain.

"Aunt."

"Oh..."

The evil mothers were only sparred of Natasha's glare as the class of first graders came into the classroom in a single file line promptly making rows of five. The teacher, an older woman in a sweater smiled to the group of ladies sitting in the audience before turning back to the kids. Peter spotted Natasha and with a toothy grin waved to her. She waved back with a smile aware that Lisa and Debbie were watching her like a hawk now. Definitely should have brought Barton. The cue to pull out the cameras was given and following suit with the other mothers Natasha pulled out her Stark phone, pressing record before the chorus began their song.

Mothers, Aunts, Sisters

We love you all

You feed us when we are hunger

Take care of us when we're sick

But most of all you love us everyday

Happy Mother's Day

We love you

There were some more words but Natasha couldn't hear most of it over the blubbering coming from the women she had been herded with.

After the song and a few moments for the mothers to collect themselves they were presented with a presentation from everyone's kid who brought in pictures and other visual aids. Timmy's mother was a lawyer who liked to fly kites in Central Park, Jessica's mother was a professional golfer, and Paolo's mother made pizzas. When Peter stood up with a proud picture of a spider that had pipe cleaners for legs glued on the paper the coolest person in the room suddenly became the master assassin trained to stay under the radar.

"My Auntie Tasha loves spiders," Peter said this with a smug grin as the boys all gaped in excitement. "Her favorite is the Black Widow. I drew one on here."

Debbie and Lisa were terrified. Natasha smirked.

"She also is a ballerina when she has time off from work." The girls who were completely unimpressed by the spider thing cooed in excitement.

"What does your Aunt Tasha do, Peter?" The teacher guided. Peter grinned before giving a wild kick.

"She kicks butt!"

The mothers laughed and Natasha smiled back at Peter's self satisfied grin. She gave him a wink and he gave her, her gift before sitting down.

When the presentations were over, Natasha was busy texting the video to Tony when the clapping began. They had progressed from the classroom to the cafeteria and Debbie and Lisa sat with Natasha at her table though on the complete other end. A pink paper plate was set in front of her with some indistinguishable breakfast food and Peter launched himself into her arms.

"It's a spider pancake," the six year old whispered into her ear. Debbie and Lisa cooed and awed at their daughters' own creations gushing on about how their fathers would be jealous and what an amazing job they did. Natasha nuzzled her nose against Peter's with a smile.

"Thank you paunchok."

When Natasha left the school with the rest of the mothers at half past noon, Happy waiting outside for her, she was caught off guard by the hollow feeling in her chest despite the fact that she caught Debbie and Lisa watch her drive off. Delicately she pulled open the brown paper bag wrapping and out fell a heavy bracelet tied with yarn and painted various colors. She wasn't one to be nostalgic, it wasn't an option with her job, but it had ripped at her insides to have to leave the school without Peter in tow. Clutching the bracelet to in her hand she leaned back to reign in her emotions. If this is what Steve and Tony had to put up with everyday she was perfectly content to just live through the spoils of parenthood through their own kid.

Natasha stopped outside of the elevator at the familiar jingle in the living room.

Happy Mother's Day

We love you

"My baby!"

"Our kid is the next Adele!"

Yep, Natasha was going to be going to a lot of Mother Day's at school for the unforeseeable future. And somewhere deep in the assassin she was ok with that she decided putting her charm bracelet made out of clay beads in her pocket.